Monday, December 24, 2012

A very Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it, and a
Happy New Year to all.In appreciation
for the pleasure of your company this past year, I’m offering my eBook
collection of essays from this blog, “Classic Films and the American Conscience”here from Amazon for free Christmas Day through the 27th.This will be the last time this book is
offered free; in the new year it will be available not only through Amazon but
also through Barnes & Noble’s Nook, Apple, Sony, Diesel, Kobo, and Smashwords.

I’m going to take a couple weeks off to tend to some other
business, but I’ll be back in late January for another year of exploring and otherwise
obsessively picking apart the carcasses of old movies.I hope you can join me.

This is going to be a difficult Christmas for many who have
suffered tragedy and loss this year; and for the people of Newtown,
Connecticut, December will never ever be the same.

A few weeks ago I blogged about “Cry Havoc” a movie which
takes place in the Philippines during World War II.I was reminded by many images through that
film of my father.

My father entered the Army in December 1942 and missed
Christmas at home that year.He had a
wife and a new baby.He was sent to the
Pacific Theater of operations and island-hopped with all the rest of the gang,
and Christmas of 1943 passed by, and then Christmas 1944.

There were no telephone calls home, no emails, only letters
and tiny “V-Mail” notes that took weeks to get home.He sent Christmas messages home in early November,
hoping they would make it in time.

In the summer of 1945 he was in the Philippines, and endured
horrific experiences he did not like to talk much about.He also got malaria, which stayed in his
bloodstream so that he continued to suffer a bout of it after he got home.There were other injuries and wounds, but
good news came when the Japanese surrendered, which was totally unexpected for
regular GIs like my dad, who were convinced they’d be spending 1946, 1947, and
1948 still fighting the war.

Now that peace was declared, his only enemy was time.He wanted to get back home for Christmas
1945.

He had earned enough points to be rotated home.Several weeks on a troop ship.He passed under the Golden Gate Bridge in San
Francisco, which was the last thing he saw of the US when he left.Now that he saw it again, he really believed
he was home.

A few days being processed, and more days on the train because
he lived on the other side of the continent.After being in the jungle for three years, winter in the US was a shock,
and his first telegram home contains the line, “COLD COUNTRY.”

Leave it to a New Englander to squeeze in a comment about
the weather in his first telegram to his wife.

Finally he arrived at Ft. Devens in the eastern part of
Massachusetts, and a few more days of the mustering out process.Medical exam, paperwork, ribbons and
commendations, a clean uniform to home in, and finally a “ruptured duck” lapel
pin to wear.

But he lived in the western part of the state, so it was
another train ride.He sat in the
station in Boston, waiting for his connecting train, and ate at a lunch
counter.The man behind the counter
gestured to his ribbons and said, “You’re money’s no good here, son.You’ve done enough,” and wouldn’t let him
pay.

Decades later, my father still felt grateful, humbled, and
embarrassed by the moment.

When the train pulled into the station, his wife and
daughter were there on the platform.His
daughter wasn’t a baby anymore, but a little kid running around.She had been told many times that the man in
the portrait photo at home in the uniform was Daddy.She got mixed up and thought anybody in
uniform was Daddy and had to be told over and over again that, no, that’s not
Daddy.

Finally her mother points to a tall, handsome guy stepping
off the train and says, “There’s your Daddy.”I’m thinking my sister, with all the wisdom of a small child thought, “Yeah,
right.Tell me another one.I’m not falling for that again.”

It was January 1946.He failed to get home for Christmas.

In his last telegram he wrote “SORRY ABOUT THE HOLIDAYS.”A real man sometimes apologizes for what isn’t
even his fault.

My father was in his early 20s when he left.He had fired weapons in war, but the
experience did not make a man of him.He
was man because he had a family and took responsibility for them.Responsibility is what made him a man, and he
knew it.He was good marksman, but he
looked down on people who needed guns to make them feel manly, or make them
feel safe.It was a crutch for cowards,
he thought.

I was tempted to use as a graphic an ad here published by
an assault weapons manufacturer that inferred that manhood would be achieved by
ownership of their product.However, I
refuse to print any words or images on this blog that are obscene.That image and the message behind it are
obscene.

My parents lost four Christmases, and the years ahead would
not be easy.As anybody knows, happy
endings are only for movies.But they
accepted what they could not change, and tried to be resilient, and change what
they could.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

“Lady in the Lake” (1947) uses playful images of Christmas
in that clever brand of sarcasm used by only the best private eyes.And Robert Montgomery.

This is our second installment of A Very Gumshoe Christmas,
and we take up where “Alias Boston Blackie” on Monday left off…from B-movie to
classic noir.The loner detective grows
up, and grows cynical.Christmas throws
us off the trail from the start, but never Philip Marlowe.

There will be no plot spoilers, just a few impressions of an
unusual and daring film.

“Lady in the Lake” is famous foremost for its unique
first-person camera view, and for discussions back and forth by fans for
decades on how effective it is or isn’t.Obviously, the camera has some limitations—for one, it does not
accurately imitate the peripheral vision of the human eye.Some scenes may seem slow or unintentionally
comical to the modern viewer as the actors play directly to the camera.But this wild experimentation is exactly what
deserves our respect in an industry where “copycat” is the usual art form and
risks are rare.

Robert Montgomery, who we last saw here in “Night Must Fall”(1937) makes his official directorial debut with this movie, and also
stars.However, as he is playing the
lead, detective Philip Marlowe, we see all the action from his viewpoint, but
only see him a few times in the course of the film when he happens to look in a
mirror.

On another occasion, his shadow on a wall as he is talking
with Audrey Totter is his stand-in.

This may make the film frustrating for Robert Montgomery
fans who want to see him (the film was not a box office hit in part for this
reason), but true fans of Mr. Montgomery should appreciate his ingenuity in
crafting this film.

Audrey Totter, who we last saw here in “Tension” (1949), plays a
complex role of a magazine editor who hires Montgomery to find the missing wife
of her publisher boss, played by Leon Ames. Miss Totter should have gotten some kind of
prize for playing probably 99 percent of her work in this movie directly to the
camera.That is a workout, and she is a
lot of fun to watch; at turns scowling, flirting, pleading, and seducing. (Today is Miss Totter's 94th or 95th birthday - not sure of the year of birth. According to IMDb website she is residing at the Motion Picture and Television Hospital in California. A very happy birthday to a terrific and fondly remembered actress.)

Lloyd Nolan is excellent as a tough cop.He’s great in whatever he does,
and I actually would have loved to have seen him take the lead and play Marlowe
in this movie. His down-and-dirty growl of a
voice.

Tom Tully is the world-weary police chief.Jayne Meadows is a standout as a mercurial,
almost manic, woman who knows a lot more than she lets on.

Dick Simmons is a smooth and deceptively
friendly gigolo. You can tell he's a gigolo by the striped jersey.

There are some lines tossed around that would make for a great
movie no matter how it was filmed.Audrey Totter, whose magazines are of the sensationalist pulp variety,
complains to an underling that a new magazine cover design needs more gore. "Not enough gore."

Montgomery, recovering from being slugged by the Southern “gentleman”
Dick Simmons remarks, “At least he had the decency to hit me above the
Mason-Dixon line.”

And Lloyd Nolan’s remark, “How does it feel dying in the
middle of someone else’s dirty love affair?” I love that line.

Despite the restriction of actors playing directly to the
camera, there are flashes of remarkable electricity to their performances,
moments akin to a stage actor’s reactions.Some of their responses and facial actions look almost
improvisational.

Because we are the camera’s eye, we see everything Montgomery
sees.Some of this gimmick is playful and
funny, as when Montgomery’s leering glance follows Totter’s curvaceous
secretary around the room, and with a sharp, somewhat jealous interjection by
Totter, our attention is swiftly brought back to the mollified Miss Totter behind her desk.

Sometimes the gimmick is quite eerie, as when we discover
bullet holes in a glass shower door, we approach and open the door, and our gaze
rests upon bullet-gouged porcelain tiles in the shower stall, falling down upon
the naked corpse crumpled on the floor.

Or when Montgomery, injured after a car wreck, crawls (and
so do we), hand over hand, across a road to a phone booth that seems a mile
away.

We are stared at.We
are flirted with.We are punched in the
face. We kiss Audrey Totter. She serves
us a highball. We notice a hundred different clues, and sometimes, as when
Montgomery lifts a phone receiver to his mouth and talks, we look at nothing,
like at the corner of a table, just as we would absently look at nothing while
we are concentrating on a voice in our ear.

All this would be enough to make a fun and very different
movie, but set during Christmastime, the director uses images of Christmas in a
very cavalier and smart aleck way.

We begin with the opening credits, which are title cards
designed to look like Christmas cards.Images of Wise Men, and holly, Santa, poinsettia, all the iconic
graphics and over them, a medley of Christmas carols in uplifting choral
arrangements that may make us think we are about to watch a heartwarming tale
of love and repentance.In a way, maybe,
but it’s a crooked road to repentance.

As the credits finish and the Christmas carols end, the last
title card reveals a handgun.We were
had.Trust nobody.

We start three days before Christmas.Robert Montgomery takes on a missing person
job, that soon turns into a murder investigation.All along the journey, though he is a man
without family and evidently has no Christmas plans, the yuletide follows close
on his heels, a shadow of irony.

We knock on doors and are faced with Christmas wreaths.He remarks to the gigolo Simmons, “I like
your tan.It’s very Christmassy.”

We intrude upon an office Christmas party, where a reserved
and gentlemanly Leon Ames hands out gifts to his employees.

In a scene with Audrey Totter, Montgomery confronts her with
conflicting evidence.He demands she own
up to secrets, and when he has found a gun that was used to murder, he hands it
to her gift-wrapped as a gruesome present.She plays the scene framed close to a desktop Christmas tree.Christmas stays in the tense scene like a
mocking clown.

Leon Ames takes him aside and want to hire him, too.He nervously picks at the tinsel on the
branch of a Christmas tree that juts out from the side of the frame.Christmas is pushy, demands attention and will not be
left out.

When we are arrested and interrogated by Tom
Tully, Mr. Tully is interrupted by a phone call from home.It is his little daughter, who wants Daddy to
come home and help her put up her stocking.With quick, wary glances to us, he indulgently listens to his daughter’s
prattle, even helping her through her recitation of “T’was the Night Before
Christmas.”It is offbeat, funny, and
very surreal.

I like the scene where, trying to escape Lloyd Nolan
hovering in the police station hall, we duck into the press room and find a “journalist”
lying on the table, speaking “pillow talk” into the phone to his lady friend, a
Racing Form by his head.

After a beating, a car wreck, and a belly full of people
lying to him, Montgomery is saved by Audrey Totter, who responds
to his emergency call and brings him, unconscious, to her apartment. She gives him a Christmas present: a robe she had bought for another man. Like earlier false clues that went nowhere,
even the gift to him is not a gift to him.Marlowe’s world is made up of lies.

On Christmas Day, they listen to “A Christmas Carol” on the
radio, which was an annual event back in the day, though it doesn’t sound like
Lionel Barrymore, and we blow streams of cigarette smoke as we regard Audrey
Totter lying contentedly on the living room couch, her eyes drinking us in,
across from where we are sitting.

When
the program ends, she snaps off the radio and resumes, as if picking up in
mid-sentence, the tale of her hardscrabble life.Only Scrooge could have interrupted her. She asks Montgomery what he did last Christmas Eve. He spent it in a bar. She spent it in a nightclub. This Christmas is an improvement, or should be if they weren't so depressed. Christmas offers redemption, but you have to trust it. These two lonely people have some serious trust issues.

I was a bit surprised at the can of pork and beans on the kitchen
counter.I would have thought Audrey
Totter was decidedly not a pork and beans person.

Montgomery has one task left, and, spying his quarry window-shopping
at a Christmas-decorated window, we have a final, very dramatic scene leading
to the conclusion of the case.The movie,
like detective Philip Marlowe, is flawed, but has guts.Teasing us with Christmas images in an
otherwise grim movie is an irresistibly smartass thing to do.

Monday, December 17, 2012

“Alias Boston Blackie” (1942) is the third in this series of
14 B-movies starring Chester Morris.This one adds a yuletide flavor to the fast-paced action, though there
is no peace on earth until the bad guys are rounded up.

This week we look at A Very Gumshoe Christmas.Thursday we’ll discuss “Lady in the Lake”
(1947).Because both films are
mysteries, there’ll be no plot spoilers.That’s my Christmas present to you.Instead, we’ll have a look at how both movies use symbols of Christmas.

Boston Blackie originated as a popular pulp novel series,
then to silents, and then to this long series of B-movies begun in the 1940s
starring Mr. Morris, who got his start on stage, had some success on Broadway,
and later on did lots and lots of TV guest roles.His film career started off well in features,
but then he slipped into the B-movie morass and never quite got out of it.He is a lively, rugged, and glib Boston
Blackie, a former jewel thief and safecracker who is now on the side of good.

George E. Stone plays The Runt, his right-hand man and
valet, also a former crook.You may
recognize him from his role as Andy, Warner Baxter’s right-hand man in “42nd
Street” (1933).

It’s Christmas. We come upon Blackie in a cozy scene,
first spied through the windows, trimming his very large tree. You have to have a shot of a tree through the window. Sometimes I go outside at night to look at my lighted tree through the window. In Hollywoodland, all rooms are about 20
feet high, and so of course, Christmas trees are always 20 feet high.

You see him here delicately flopping handfuls of what some
of my relatives would call “the really good tinsel, with lead in it, so it hung
right.”

First, a few presents. Then the story.

Boston Blackie and The Runt are off to prison tonight, but
only as a good deed.They are taking a
vaudeville troupe to perform for the convicts on Christmas Eve.

One of chorus girls, played by Adele Mara,
has a brother in the Big House, and she’s worried about him.He keeps threatening to break out and go
after the two mugs who sold him out.He
claims he was framed and is innocent.

Her brother, played by Larry Parks, who you may remember from
his much more famous later role in “The Al Jolson Story” (1946) used to be a vaudeville
acrobat.This comes in handy when he
jumps a clown, puts on his clown suit and makeup, performs some really neat acrobatics
for the audience of mugs, and sneaks out of prison on the same bus as the vaudeville
troupe.It’s not easy, because the dogged Inspector is along, played by Richard Lane.The inspector is always hounding Blackie, though their relationship is
equally friendly as it is adversarial.

Blackie tells him, “Every morning when I shave I expect to
find you in my tube of soap.And when I
come to something hard in the turkey stuffing tomorrow, I’ll look for your
head.”

Keep an eye out for a young Lloyd Bridges, who is the bus
driver.

Blackie suspects something’s up.Hmm, there’s something familiar about that
clown.He knows for sure when Larry
Parks, after a very sloppy fight, steals his clothes.Blackie is left in his unmentionables.You know Christmas is starting out badly when
a very angry clown takes your suit.

A fun movie, with clever shell games and with lots of twists
and turns.Literally, when the final
chase sequence begins in the hunt to find the two mugs Larry Parks wants to
kill for framing him.Boston Blackie,
the Runt, and Adele Mara steal a motorcycle and sidecar, and eventually a black
and funereal-looking ambulance, crash through some obligatory fruit stands and
nearly drive over a sidewalk Santa.

Santa is a reminder-on-the-run that it’s Christmas Day.We also have a neat little tree in the lobby
of Adele Mara’s hotel, and a cozy little tabletop tree in the police
station.Just warms your heart, doesn’t
it?

But none can compare to the magnificent evergreen towering
over the furniture and the party guests, which include the Inspector (good will
toward men, after all), at Boston Blackie’s party.

Even tough guys celebrate Christmas.We’ll see more of that in the innovative
manner Christmas images are used in the unusual “Lady in the Lake” on
Thursday.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

“Never Wave at a WAC” (1953) is an improbable confection,
more slapstick than sentiment, but in its way shows a military haven for women
that is more promising and more egalitarian than the civilian world. This message is a happy by-product, for most
of the film is really just a fun comedy with no pretensions, except those
espoused by a delightfully over-the-top Rosalind Russell.

Miss Russell plays a glittering Washington society hostess,
hobnobbing with the hoi polloi and dropping more names per second than there
are in the phone book.Charles Dingle,
who I always associate with his splendid role in “The Little Foxes” (1941),
plays her father, who is a Senator.

We begin at a party in their home.Roz descends the staircase like Auntie Mame,
and the movie could be subtitled “Auntie Mame Gets Drafted”.She’s fluttery and fabulous, impervious to any
standards but her own.She’s stunning in
her gown, with her tall, willowy figure, one of the few grand ladies of Hollywood’s
heyday to be equally comfortable in messy physical comedy, which comes later in
the movie.

The funniest parts of the film come at the beginning, when
we see her in a brisk montage of scenes where she is called upon to fulfill her
typical Washington hostess duties, donating an ambulance to the Red Cross,
dedicating a water fountain on the Mall.She glances up at the White House, and sees President Harry Truman in
the window, waving at her.She tilts her
head becomingly and blows him a kiss.She knows everybody.

Everybody is “Darling” and everybody is air-kissed, and she
is breezy, effective, able to juggle a million things at once, including
pausing mid-conversation to pose for a photo, which she does with comic
regularity.Her world is shallow, and
she is perfectly at home here.

But our Roz is not without her discontent. Her new beau, an
Army officer played by William Ching, is being sent to Paris, along with her
rival for his affections played by Hillary Brooke.Miss Brooke arrives at the party in a WAC
uniform, crowing that she, too, has been assigned to Paris.

The party becomes a bust when Roz’s ex-husband, the affable,
but too down to earth to be worthy of her chic, Paul Douglas, arrives to retrieve some of his
belongings.Somewhere amid the shouting
and the breaking of glass, we learn that they had an impetuous honeymoon
camping on an island.The Robinson Crusoe
setting, and their love, made her think he was dashing, instead of just a
sloppy scientist, and made him think she was a spirited, can-do girl and not a
phony, shallow social climber.

They were both right and both wrong, and it takes a battle
over basic training to make them see that.

Papa Charles Dingle thinks Roz should be brought down a peg,
and tricks his daughter into joining the WAC, saying he will arrange a
commission for her so she can be with her fiancé in Paris.The idea of captain’s bars from Tiffany’s and
a Hattie Carnegie-designed tailored uniform is what appeals to her.She joins, unwittingly, as a private and
finds herself among women who have no idea how important she is, nor do they
seem to care.

Except for one, a very sweet ex-model and stripper from New
York, played by Marie Wilson. I
inevitably see her as Irma in the radio show “My Friend Irma”, with that
distinctive cute voice.She has escaped
from her seedy world, as she really is a nice girl, and wearing not much but
fruit in strategic places on her body was upsetting to her.She seeks the safety of the WAC, where
unfortunately she continues to be pursued by a most persistent wolf, a
happy-go-lucky sergeant played by Leif Erikson.

I really like Norma Busse in a small role as the sergeant
interviewing Marie Wilson.She is
patient, and diligent, soft-spoken, and awkwardly ferrets out Marie’s talents
and interests to find a spot for her in the WAC that will match her abilities.Marie wants to be a spy.Sgt. Busse is quite comically delicate, both
in her surprise, and in her doggedly trying to find a job for this square peg.

Louise Beavers has a very small role as part of Rosalind
Russell’s household staff, Regis Toomey shows up briefly as a guest, and Bess
Flowers is at the party somewhere, probably dumping hors d'oeuvres into her
purse.You can’t take her anywhere, even
if she’s everywhere.

The most auspicious cameo goes to General of the Army Omar
Bradley.I don’t know how he was
persuaded into appearing in this film.The movie was produced by Rosalind Russell’s husband, Frederick
Brisson.Maybe he had the General on
speed dial.

Paul Douglas, the ever-reliable everyman of the 1950s, is
also actually in the Army, as a scientist working on perfecting protective
clothing.Jealous over Roz’s plans with
her new beau, he arranges for her to be one of his “volunteers” for his special
arctic gear tests.

We find Roz in a deep
freeze chamber marching halfway across an imaginary Alaska, and enduring the
rigors of obstacle courses until the very funny, blithe and whimsical,
la-de-dah demeanor she entered the Army with becomes sullen, sour, and
suspicious.The transformation is
understandable, but it’s as if we’re watching two people and we’ve lost track
of who they are.

Though this film is really along the lines of screwball
comedy, it actually shows Rosalind Russell engaging in physical challenges,
even weapons firing — activities which were absent from the other films we’ve
seen in this series.

We follow Roz as she begins with a physical examination,
including a funny bit where she sits on the exam table, smoking, while the
doctor tells her to inhale and exhale.

However, reminiscent of “Keep Your Power Dry”, we follow Roz
as she silently drives by panties drying on a wash line outside the ladies’
barracks.Apparently eight years later,
there is still some curiosity about WAC unmentionables.

The ladies undergo swimming classes, like in “Skirts Ahoy”.Like Esther Williams, Roz denounces the suits
in preference to her own, saying, “I’m allergic to Army wool.”It’s cute that she shows up at the pool with
an armful of magazines, thinking she is going to lounge.

We also have a dance party scene, where Marie Wilson gets
engaged to her favorite wolf, and Roz serves refreshments.

Unlike the physical training for the ladies in the other
movies, which was challenging but ultimately character-building, Roz’s extreme
training under the sadistic eye of her jealous ex-husband is only
demoralizing.It is not until the end of
the film she realizes she had made good here, and that Paul Douglas is the
man for her.We also, as in “Keep Your
Powder Dry” and “Skirts Ahoy”, have a board of inquiry scene, but Roz, despite
a gallant defense by a contrite Paul Douglas is booted out of the WAC.

Improbably, but with a charming nod to screwball comedy, she
escapes from her beau’s car and leaps into a passing truck with new WAC
recruits in it.She wants to join again,
and hopes that, since Paul Douglas is going to be sent to Korea to work on his
experiments, that she might be sent there, too.

Unlike “Skirts Ahoy” we acknowledge the existence of a
conflict in Korea and that it might pose some danger to Paul Douglas.Also unlike “Skirts Ahoy”, we see a parade of
female military personnel marching in desegregated units.

In this series we’ve seen what amounts to “message films”,
even the comedies, because women in the military were new and a conservative
public usually eschews the new.The
message of military experience, even a career, being beneficial both to women
and society is filtered through some stereotypes of women’s abilities that
serving in the military was supposed to smash.It’s a vicious circle, but one that women, for the most part, have been
able to climb out of through decades of service to our country.

I think one of the most inspiring screen messages promoting society’s
acceptance of women in the military comes not through these movies, but from a
different, perhaps unlikely, source.This is the movie “Since You Went Away” (1944), covered here, which
dramatizes the American home front.

Claudette Colbert is flattered when Joseph Cotten paints a
picture of her dressed in a WAVES uniform for a Navy Department recruiting
poster.Well, she’s flattered until she
realizes it’s a cheesecake pose.

Her teenage daughter, played by Jennifer Jones, strolls with
her boyfriend, played by Robert Walker, and puts his overseas cap on her
head.She says thoughtfully, “If I were
three or four years older I could be a WAVE.”

Walker displays no sense of shock or disapproval, bemusement or condescension, only nods,
“Yeah, or a WAC.”

These are supposed to be nice, Middle Class Americans,
church-going and righteously avoiding the black market, and do not hoard SPAM. If they act as though women in the military are
no big deal, then it must be a swell thing.

But my favorite moment is when, in the crowded train station,
we observe a little girl making friendly conversation with an Army MP.

“My mommy’s a
sergeant!”

That, as they say, makes it official.

Thanks for joining me on this quick-march through women in
the military in World War II and the Korean War-era films.

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Recent Comments on Past Posts:

It Happened to Jane is special to my family. My mother was selected to play the wife of Aaron Caldwell, the Chester town selectman in the movie and has a speaking part about the parking meter revenues gathered from outside his general store in the town center. My older brother was one of the cub scouts delivering coal donated by town residents to fuel Old 97. We grew up in Deep River. A few years ago a niece provided every member of music family copies of It Happened to Jane on DVD. The Connecticut River valley was truly an idyllic spot for growing up in the mid-Twentieth Century!

Thank you, the Lux Theatre broadcast was absolutely marvelous, and far superior, as you have indicated, the film. I have always admired Dorothy McGuire, and she has it all over Jean Peters. This is not as clear cut a differential between Joseph Cotton and Dan Dailey, but at this point in their grand careers, I will take Dan. Again thank you.

I jus watched this and I have to agree... the ending let me down. She left Howard Keel!!!! I've had a crush on him since seeing Seven Brides when I was 10.I did love the message that Rose Marie can be herself.But I'm still sad. Seriously, Rose Marie, you chose the wrong man.

My wife and I go back two decades for our love of “Remember the Night” and its heartwarming story...P.S. As I type these words I am reminded of the inscription my wife had engraved inside the wedding ring I now wear… “Remember The Night.”

Beautiful piece, Jacqueline, about yet another movie from the Unjustly Forgotten file. I agree a video release is decades overdue, (What is wrong with Universal Home Video? You'd think the only movies they ever made were monsters and Abbott & Costello. And don't even get me started on the pre-'48 Paramounts they're sitting on.) I count myself lucky to have scored a decent 16mm print on eBay some years back; otherwise it would have been a good 40 years since I saw it.

I happened upon this piece and wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed reading it. Really a great appreciation of a wonderful movie. Raoul Walsh is one of my favorite directors and this is the first of his movies I ever remember seeing--it was on the big screen back in 1952 so I guess that dates me but a movie like this was ideal for my age, both for the adventure and romance.

I guess I'm going to be busy reading all your blogs that touch on events I'm familiar with.

Judgement At Nuremberg caught my attention as I had the privilege of working in it for some 60 days. But more so as the German WWII history always recall my own trials during the war.

I suppose we filmed this around 1959-1960 which is not that long after the ending of the war. Reconstruction in Europe was far from accomplished. For the audience in 1961 this history was still a part of everyone's life.

I was overwhelmed sitting in that set and listening to the greatest actors of that generation orate day after day... an endless live theater.